Vengeance is your father
Slander, your bride
We delight at the misfortune of one another
Our sins, your pride

Your hands carved the annihilation of Hiroshima
You danced on the graves of the dead at Srebrenica
Your voice echoed from the blazing guns at Vladivostok
The sheep who cradle final solutions; your flock

For 40 days you mocked the Redeemer
Yet your enthronement shall never be fulfilled
For while we the weak and pitiful succumb and falter
He shall stand forever supreme and tall

Vengeance is your father
Slander, your bride
We delight at the misfortune of each other
Our sins, your pride